Zhao Honghua finally saw the clouds lifting from her face when Lin Tang agreed.
Her whole spirit seemed to transform.
Her frail body stood a little straighter, as if infused with new hope.
"... Thank you, Tangtang!"
Li Xiuli watched from the side, letting out a heavy sigh, and patted Honghua's shoulder.
"Everything will be alright!"
Whether her own life would get better, Zhao Honghua didn't know.
She could only hope to raise the pig well.
If she could successfully rear the pig, her family would have more income, and her son could consider marriage.
With Lin Tang's affirmative response, Zhao Honghua's steps lightened considerably on her way home.
Clutching the piglet, she pushed open the rundown wooden gate to find a middle-aged man, filthy from head to toe, sitting in the courtyard smoking.
Upon seeing her, Chen Jiefang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, treating her like she was air.